The unbearable lightness of the being

There are some mornings when
The world seems to be falling apart
The senses disappear and the air is still
The only way to feel free
From the dull atmosphere
Is running without looking back
Without feeling sad
Without going back.

Some moments demand these words
Some others, a more Latin way
Some are so heavy
That I can almost touch them
But for some, I need a shoulder
To support me, help me
Hold all these pieces of a broken day,
of everything but me.

Because I’m standing still
Strong and down-to-earth
For as long as it takes
For the beloved ones
For I need to make my part.
And the only way is stepping the ground.